Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

When Cyril woke up in the morning, Severus was no longer by his side. Comrade White Fox lay on the bed and recalled what happened last night for a few seconds, then sat up hugging the quilt.

Today is Severus' birthday, first of all -- he should get up and make a bowl of longevity noodles.

There was the sound of heavy objects being moved outside the bedroom, and occasionally very low voices.Cyril grabbed the thick dressing gown beside the bed, put on her slippers and walked towards the door of the bedroom.

Severus was directing the two house-elves to tidy up a general store that usually didn't need to store some potion stocks occasionally.The sound of Cyril's door opening made the sensitive wizard turn around immediately.

"Are you up?" Severus asked softly.

"Hmm..." Cyril replied absent-mindedly, staring at the house elf who was carrying the box back and forth.

Severus took the initiative to explain: "I have completely applied to open up the offices of the two of us, and there will definitely be more rooms to be used in the future... By the way, a small kitchen is added to the location of the utility room. see?"

"Yes." Cyril's eyes lit up, and he stepped on the slippers and walked over.

"Walk carefully and watch the boxes under your feet." Severus reached out a hand and firmly grasped Cyril's wrist.Bringing the person in front of me, showing him a half-empty room next to the potion laboratory, pointing at the arm and patiently explaining: "I asked Lin Jiu in the morning, and she helped us write down the things that are commonly used in the kitchen at home. A list. By the way, I packed some mild medicinal materials for food supplements and seasonings to be used, and it is still a bit messy. I will clean up this place in a while, and you can take a closer look."

Cyril clung to the wizard's neck and dragged him down, tiptoed to Severus's side face, and said, "Okay. Then your longevity noodles..."

The wizard patted his partner on the back and said, "Go and wash up first, and we'll meet after breakfast."

Cyril pinched his partner's face with a smile, ignored the other party's warning and stared: "Then Severus, please refrain from eating breakfast, and my husband will come to you later."

The serious Comrade Severus automatically ignored the word "husband" and continued to lead the elf to work with him.

When Cyril walked into the bathroom, he could still hear Severus' voice, "Put on more clothes, the room isn't warm enough when the room is open."

By the time breakfast was on the table, the utility room had also been tidied up, and now it appears to be a normal small family kitchen.Cyril put his hands behind his back and looked at the results of the elf and his partner in amazement, "I always thought that the professor didn't have a private kitchen to use. So is this a small stove?"

"You're overthinking. That's only because I didn't apply, and Sprout and Trelawney both had their own kitchens."

"Professor Trelawney doesn't often come to the auditorium for dinner, but Professor Sprout always comes... What does she want in the kitchen, supper?"

"Baking herbal biscuits... Didn't I send you a pack before? Trelawney is a vegetarian. Eating in the auditorium is probably... inconvenient for each other. Thinking about it this way, I think it's pretty good. "[Note]——Even in the state of "having a child and everything is enough", Comrade Severus still couldn't hide his arrogant and contemptuous attitude when he spoke, for example, when he talked about Professor Sprout I was a little cautious at the time, but when I mentioned the professor of the prophecy class... that attitude is not easy to interpret in depth.

"I remembered... the last time I ate the grass biscuits that Professor Sprout gave me, I felt like a camel..."

Xi Ruier shook his head and made a grimace, picked up the small bowl in front of him, opened the lid on it, and found a bowl of minced chicken porridge.

"Your mother sent an owl here early in the morning. They said that Headmaster Dumbledore is not here, so they can't connect to the fireplace for the time being, and they can't come to see you in person."

"Oh! It's really not necessary, I'm fine. I'm not a cute little daughter-in-law." Cyril muttered and took a sip with a spoon.

"Benny sent me a cookbook. I compared it with the one I bought at the wizard bookstore. I think we can follow the recipe in the future..."

"What is this? Shredded seaweed and lettuce in oyster sauce? There are even stir-fried liver tips?! Is it so rich in the morning?"

"Yes... they all said that breakfast must be good..."

Cyril bit the tip of his chopsticks and looked at his partner opposite with hesitation: "Severus..."

The wizard raised an eyebrow questioningly.

The corners of the white fox boy's eyes drooped downwards, and he seemed to be trying to be cute: "If you eat like this, your cutie will become fat into a ball..."

"No, it will be eaten into the little fox's belly. You won't gain even a pound, and you can just give birth to him." The wizard comforted "sincerely" without changing his face and heartbeat.

"Pfft. Who made these dishes? Mom too?" Cyril touched the shredded kelp with the tip of her chopsticks.

Severus's expression went blank for a second, and then he said flatly: "The stir-fried liver tip is made at home, and the rest is handed over to the house elves... But if you need it, I think I..."

"No, no, it's fine. You've got a busy day, and it's fine. The house-elves can do it."

"Hmm..." The wizard picked up the clear coffee in front of him, and took a hasty sip in a disguised way.

The amount of dishes in front of me is not large, just right as a single breakfast.Cyril ate it all by himself in a few bites, and by the way used chopsticks to forcefully stuff a mouthful of lettuce for his partner—although Severus' expression was full of unspeakable embarrassment of "robbing" food with his pregnant husband.

"It's all normal food, and you won't get pregnant if you take a bite." Cyril persuaded carelessly.

"..." Severus felt the same taste and even more embarrassment.

……

At this moment, Severus was standing behind Cyril, watching his little friend make longevity noodles for himself with the little fox in his mouth.

After groping and learning with the elf Doudou in the Hogwarts kitchen last year, Chef Cyril showed off her skills in front of her partner very smoothly, and successfully created a "professional longevity noodle for 12 years" big The image of the cook.

He himself is very satisfied with this.

"Actually, I prepared other birthday presents for you before, but I think you might like this one better, so let's talk about it first." Cyril lay on the table and stared at Severus' full bowl of noodles. He ate it all in his stomach and said with a smile.

"what?"

"Here."

Severus wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and took a large gift box from Cyril.The wizard tore open the wrapping paper of the starry sky, and the thick and surprisingly large cowhide souvenir book came into view.

"Photo album?" The potion master turned the album over and looked at the spine carefully, then raised his eyebrows and asked.

Cyril stretched out a finger and shook it: "No, no, no~~ Can you guess again?"

The potion master opened the large leather-covered booklet and snorted softly, "It's all mine now, why guess?"

"This is..." Severus' eyes froze when he opened the first page, and he leaned over to look at the contents of the booklet, obviously a little surprised.

"How is it?" Cyril was so proud that he almost raised his tail.

"Accident. I thought Mr. McLean would prefer to prepare some flashy... romantic things..." Comrade Severus temporarily changed his words while holding the cowhide booklet, saving his precarious birthday atmosphere.

Cyril raised his chin and asked with a grandpa face: "Then do you like it?"

"I'll have to take a closer look before I can give you feedback." Severus replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Then look carefully, sir, you have three chances to apply for revisions." The white fox boy patted him on the shoulder, and his attitude was as professional as the customer service of a Chinese e-commerce company that appeared ten years later.

"I'll make good use of it, what are you going to do?" Severus squeezed the hand on his shoulder.

"Go video with my mother, they must be waiting for me."

"Ah."

Cyril walked back to the bedroom through the small hall, and a question came from behind him: "Wait——I didn't ask just now, how long have you been sorting this out?"

"It's been a while. But it's okay. I was preparing before, but I haven't stopped to do it systematically. Recently, I have more time at school, so I sorted it out by the way."

"Thank you. This means a lot to me..."

"You're welcome, my sir." Cyril waved his back to the wizard, and walked away happily.

In Severus's hand was not the photo album of the two of them, nor was it the notebook notes that little girls used to record some sloppy things.It is a collection of academic growth that belongs exclusively to Severus himself. From his notes, papers, and experimental records during his student days to his academic achievements after he became famous, they are all clearly photocopied in this book in chronological order.

As a master of potions, Severus Snape has published journal papers, served as editor-in-chief, and written potions books, but he has never published anything like this "complete works", even this "complete works" The scope extended to his student days.

Xi Ruier was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a pillow in his arms to communicate with Lin Jiu. Seeing his partner coming in, he quickly dragged him to his side.

"Mom, if there is anything else you need to pay attention to, tell Severus first. I'll go see how the soup in the kitchen is doing... see you later!" said with oil on the soles of his feet, kicking on his slippers, and ran away I'm afraid that I will be left to explain it to me in earnest.

Severus' eyes followed his little white fox friend who ran out, and made a swallowing movement hesitantly, as if swallowing what he wanted to say by the way.

"Do you feel that everything he does makes you super worried now?" Lin Jiu smiled gently at the other end of the video.

"He was running too fast, like a gust of wind in the room, and he didn't feel pregnant at all... I'm always worried... I think I should replace the floor with a thicker carpet first." The black-haired black-eyed wizard couldn't hide it Said anxiously.

"Actually, you should take it easy. As someone who has experienced it, I think the most important thing is to have no burden in your mentality. In fact, we all have a sense of proportion. I used to be, and so was Cyril. What's more, our family, Cyril, is a man, not squeamish at all. , and your body is recovering..." Lin Jiu comforted in the video.

"Ahem, ahem, Cyril put it aside for now. Jiu'er, I think it's worth discussing about 'very worry-free' with you..." Benny's voice became softer and softer under his wife's gaze.

"Our white fox is really in good physical condition. Husband, you guys are making too much fuss. For example, the last time Wai Yiwen got on the bus, I was very sure..."

"Merlin! Don't mention the matter of you chasing the bus. I still feel my scalp numb and my feet go weak..." Benny couldn't care less about maintaining his dignity and dignity in front of his son-in-law, so he fell headlong on the ground. Sitting on the back of the sofa chair, with one hand on his forehead, he looked haggard.

"Okay, okay. I won't mention it, let's talk about Cyril first. In fact, our place is different from the wizard's birth potion, so when I come back, I will pack it up for you immediately when Dad finds the book about male white fox giving birth. .”

"Thank you." Severus nodded.

"Happy birthday my child, do you like the birthday present we gave you? Hearing the good news this morning, Benny and I originally wanted to change it, but after thinking about it, there is actually no conflict, and you can still use it." Lin Nine blinked with a smile.

Severus pondered for a moment, looked hesitant, and then quickly controlled himself to a more decent state, nodding his thanks.

"... Very practical, and thank you very much. I will solve the matter here as soon as possible and live up to your kindness."

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to ask you to leave immediately, but I hope you can use it sooner. After all, the physical and mental happiness of the two fathers is an important factor for the healthy growth of the baby."

Severus nodded earnestly, with an upright attitude like a primary school student listening to a lecture in the audience.

After finishing the video call, Severus went straight to the kitchen.Cyril, wearing a dark gray sackcloth apron and soft home clothes, is making a cake, next to him is his "temporary helper" - the house elf Doudou.

Doudou is obviously not used to working under the nose of the serious Professor Snape. Just now, she was happily responding to Cyril's words, but now she immediately shrank her neck and hugged the eggbeater with her big ears, and walked carefully. On the other side of Cyril, it was as quiet as a chicken.

Only then did Cyril realize that her partner had squeezed into the kitchen at some point.

"I think you have to re-cultivate a softer expression before our son is born. What if you scare the kid?" The white fox boy said jokingly while melting the dark chocolate on the small pot.

Severus was teased by his partner, and he was also a little dazed. He thought he wasn't always showing his fierce face.

"How did you find my school notes and lab reports?"

"you guess?"

"I guess you'd like to tell me." The wizard unceremoniously stretched out his long arms and wrapped them around Cyril's waist, looking down at him working on the pile of chocolates together.

"Well, some of them were dug out of the potions classroom cupboard when I taught the first-year potions class; others, I talked to Mrs. Pince, and she said that the excellent homework of previous students would be included in the Hogwarts books. It was kept in the archives of the library. Of course... the most important thing is that we found it when I sorted out your old books in the bookcase when we went home last time."

Cyril tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkled, and he had an expression on his face that you are coming to praise me.

Severus chuckled, kissed him on the forehead, then seemed to think of something, frowned, "Why son?"

"Huh? I just said it casually. You like your daughter?" Cyril obviously didn't understand the entanglement of Severus Silly Daddy Snape.

Severus' expression was blank for a second, as if he was thinking about his and Cyril's daughter, but to no avail, he said softly, "...I thought the daughter might be quieter?"

"That's my daughter. My mother said that if you keep talking about this kind of thing, it might come true." Cyril prevaricates her partner irresponsibly, hugs the cream, and hands the melted chocolate to her. Peas.

"I don't mean that I don't like my son. The son is also very good... you can have anything." Severus explained with great integrity.

Cyril suppressed a smile, trying not to show his emotions: "Well, if it is a son, I will definitely explain to him that your other father absolutely does not dislike his son, he just thinks that his daughter is quiet."

"...I'm not... Merlin. Are you kidding me on purpose?" The Potions Professor finally came to his senses, lowered his voice dangerously, and narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense. It's about our fox cubs, how can I be joking."

……

At the same time, in Godric's Hollow, it is said that Headmaster Dumbledore, who is said to be recruiting helpers for the "Anti-Magic Brigade" (a large righteous and spontaneous wizard army against Voldemort's hegemonic terrorism), is reading a book on a recliner.

"Albus, do you want to eat cake?"

"No, I don't eat sweets. And please call me Dumbledore. Stay away from me by the way." The old headmaster refused very simply with a deadpan expression on his face.

The person holding the cake didn't seem to think it was a pest, but shrugged casually, and said to himself: "In those years, I have been persuading you to try more sweets. Sweets make people feel satisfied, happy and...relaxed, why? Why don't you try...?"

This talking wizard was wearing a cloth robe, with his light-colored hair tied back casually, revealing an old and handsome face, with a pair of strange-colored eyes on the deep-cut face, which was very special. One is bright blue, and the other is somewhat silvery--adding a touch of mystery to the face of this typical Germanic race.The old man was tall, and other than looking a little thin, his whole body was full of energy.

It was Gellert Grindelwald, the "Old Devil" who was brought up by Dumbledore with the Portkey while coughing blood miserably.

"Stay away from me, colds are contagious." With a cold face, Dumbledore turned his body in a small area with a face of resistance and disgust, and tried to move farther away from the man holding the cake in the limited space of the reclining chair. Moved a bit.

Grindelwald froze for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, bent down and squatted down, as if he wanted to touch the thin hand on the armrest of the recliner.

"I get colds easily when the seasons change. This is really an old problem. It's inconvenient for Nurmengard to come to the doctor...you know...and I didn't mean the tip of my tongue was broken. Who would have thought That kid suddenly got into trouble... Sigh... How should I explain that I really didn't mean to show you pity and expand your illness."

Dumbledore patted that paw very quickly, retracted his hand into his wide sleeve, his face was indifferent and unmoved: "I'm not interested in your old problems, and I don't care about your behavior and purpose. But Please pay attention to your words and deeds at all times, and it is best to stay away from me——we should make an agreement as soon as possible. I brought you out only because Nurmengard can't lock you up, and I can't let you return to the wizarding world That's all."

Grindelwald, who was once "beautiful", probably never thought that he would coax someone in a humble way one day. He wiped his face resignedly, not knowing whether it was true or false, he looked like someone who was being ignorant The beautiful wife entangles her husband who can't do business (Dumbledore: Mouth!!!), with a helpless smile: "...OK. As long as you let me find someone to help you treat it first, you can say anything."